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After taking a shower, I don't know why I don't feel hungry, and the process of eating was dismissed by me. Opened QQ, Yoyo sent a message, judging from the sending time followed by my online time, she was waiting for me.
"Honey, I miss you."
"Really? Hehe, you even bring a laptop to corruption when you become a monk. Your six senses are too clean, isn't it too extravagant?" Thinking of the naivety of her leaving a book and saying that she was going to become a monk, I couldn't help but taunt her.
" No, I only found out after I went to the temple. It turns out that a monk needs a bachelor's degree. I have a junior college degree, and they don't accept me"
Thinking about it, this girl has never gone out alone before, and she finally mustered up the courage, but she must be very wronged to be hit like this. Although it was funny, I didn't want to tease her anymore. After asking about her current situation, I immediately called Nan Nan and asked her to rush to Chengdu overnight.
The wallet and mobile phone of this idiot, Yoyo, were stolen by thieves when he booked a room and went to the shopping mall. Now he has nothing, and he stays in the hotel and surfs the Internet just to ask us for help. She also told me pitifully that she had no money to eat and was starving to death.
In order to comfort her wounded heart, I had to patiently accompany her with non-constructive questions, for example, asking me if she was an idiot or something. After a while, she finally asked a question that I thought could be answered after thinking about it. She said, "Taozi, how would you describe your current situation? I mean if you put it in words?"
I thought for five minutes and replied to her:
I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do, I like to code a few words in the space, code them randomly to express my inner feelings, and arrange them in random order.
? I thought it was my own special, but in fact it was different, there was no difference.
The same sky, the same night. The same sadness as others, the same death as most people, a little bit of happiness, and an extreme waste of time.
It's just an unrestrained smile, flustered by Feng betrayal, unable to hide the abandoned city in his heart.
In the inversion of the hourglass, understand that time is the strong enemy of all things after all, you can bury the palace in the distant memory, you can turn the warm soul into a dry bone.
But the living can do nothing, the dead can only die, and the buried remains buried.
Only in the invisible heart and memory, to feel and recall the tangible past.
Yoyo came over with a surprised expression, "Ah? Is this talking about yourself? Why does it feel like it's me?"
"Oh? Really?" I just remembered that Yoyo and I both had similar experiences and loved someone very much.
With the traction of her words, the pain that had been buried for a long time was dug out, and it was as fresh as it had just died. There are two women with different experiences, but similar situations and different personalities coexisting in this world. The two women began to talk The two desolations bloomed in one night, not stunning, but retreating to each other alone. Tears like pearls, all fell, if there is a price, it should be full of gold and silver. Unpretentious like Xi Shi's heart wrenching, not beautiful, not beautiful Ugly digs deep into the grave for his own heart. One drop of soil, one drop of blood, one layer of dirt, one layer of ashes, until the smoke dies out.
Before I knew it, more than half of the paper was used up, and I thought Yoyo on the other side of the computer must also be crying. It used to be said that like attracts like, that's why we sad women came together. Yoyo once again told me her sad story, which brought back my sad past. She said that she wanted me to write a memorial essay for her lost love. It didn't take much thought, and with tears of emotion, I wrote:
The Bride of Chaos Hands, Broken Words
?I had a dream last night. The surface of the lake at night was as cold as water, and many stars were received from the horizon of the lake. They are so close that they seem to hook your fingers as soon as you reach out. I saw the stars falling one by one, but they did not fall into the embrace of the lake, but turned into fallen leaves and went with the wind. That picture reflects the desolation in my heart What was originally nothing, is covered with dust in this world, and has entered the secular world
People die as bones, green smoke and dreams.
Why do idiots want to be in love with each other forever.
How far can the relationship between two people go? How far can one person tell another forever? As if the light of a flashlight can reach the distance. The world is full of too many lies and deceptions, and the road of love is always floating in the clouds. For ever, it is a road that leads to heaven, and it draws close to death. Only when a person at the end of life says he loves another person forever, this is the real forever. Even if this is always a lie, at least there will be no more time to verify it.
I only love one person in my life, he said he would love me forever, his forever counted down five years. I said that I will love him forever, even if there is another person, it will not change until tomorrow. i don't know i still have??How many tomorrows, if my forever breaks today. Waiting for reincarnation on the road to heaven, don't blame me for breaking the oath, I will not be your lover in the next life, because you betrayed your eternity, and I was betrayed forever.
Leaving you, my habit hides your shadow, my mind hides your shadow, and the rag doll in my closet hides your shadow. Just when your shadow is everywhere, I come across A living creature, he became your shadow. This shadow is not good, it only appears where there is light. The light quickly dimmed I lost your shadow.
In the dark night, I dug out my eyes and used them as the North Star to guide me in which direction to go. But I forgot that without eyes, I cannot see the North Star.
My memory is not very good now, but I still remember when I lost my memory and felt like a century so long and blank, I still remember you. The only thing I remember. There is too much filth in this world, which splashed all over my body I am glad that I always keep the purity in my heart for you. The dirtier the world, the more vivid the purity.
You love blue the most, and I love pink the most. You say blue is the sky, and I say pink is the love for the sky. After you left, the pink was shed by tears, leaving only the melancholy purple. Just like my space , and clothes in the wardrobe.
Since your birthday that year, I learned to smoke unscrupulously. When I am awake, I will press down the cigarette butt vigorously to extinguish the fire that can start a prairie fire. But it can't extinguish the spark of missing you. When I was drunk, I just threw it everywhere, as if hoping that the spark would be bigger and better, and it would be best to burn myself. Some people say that only after being burned by fire can a phoenix appear.
In fact, being a phoenix is ??very hard, so what about spreading your wings and flying high?
A single phoenix sings alone without a phoenix, and the words of hate in the sky are desolate.
The most feared thing in life is loneliness. If people who are afraid of loneliness meet and know each other, this is the so-called happiness. People who are afraid of being alone, from two people to one person, that is loneliness. This kind of loneliness, the more he tries to hide it, the more arrogant he is. They are scattered in deserted streets and noisy nightclubs, and their smell can be easily smelled.
The so-called love between men and women in nightclubs is that lonely men and women use their bodies to grind the sharp ice in their hearts. Little did they know that the sharper the ice, the sharper it would be if you were not careful, it would leave bleeding wounds on your body and mind. The ability to protect oneself is like martial arts in the world of martial arts. Loneliness is the world of bloody rivers and lakes. How can there be loneliness that does not get hurt? There is no peaceful rivers and lakes. Those who get married get married, those who get married get married, at least they can be regarded as a kind of seclusion. It's just that this kind of seclusion doesn't belong to me. I don't want to grow old hand in hand with people who don't have anything to do with each other, nor do I want to let the sharp ice cut the wound and drink the dripping blood and red wine into my stomach.
I am confused, I forget to protect my soul when I am sober, and I forget to protect my body when I am drunk, but a mistake can only be done once. Life should be defended with life, defending the soul and defending the body. If I can't do it, what do I need my life for? If my future encounter is something I don't like or accept, then I will resist with death. There is no in-between, no half-doubt, just tell yourself clearly.
Sigh~
? On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, a fortune teller told me that the road to love was bumpy.
? On a certain day of a certain year, a fortune teller told me that I have to marry at the age of twenty-eight. I am wondering, whose messy bride will I be?
Love or not love go to heaven at the same time, and stay in the world as dust.
After finishing writing, I feel exhausted, as if I have exhausted all my energy. Youyou looked at it, and sent a message, "Taozi, are you crying? From what I know of you, you can only write such provocative words when you are sad."
"Bullshit, you're the one who made me cry, and you're ashamed to say it." I replied to her.
"Well, okay, I'm wrong, but I feel that this text seems to write more about you than me. Among the three of us, only you are the one with the strange palm prints. However, your writing is really touching. , can make me feel your heartache just like mine.¡±
Damn girl, her best friend is my sensational poison, she always has a way to suppress her own sadness to incite my sadness. When I was thinking about how to reply to the past, she sent another sentence, "Okay, my dear, let's stop talking, let's talk when I come back, my savior Nan Nan is here, I'm going to fill my stomach, my love Don't be sad, let the past go."
There was a series of question marks in my mind, I picked up the phone and looked, it turned out that I had just chatted with her for five hours, and now it was almost twelve o'clock at night. Speaking of which, I seem to be a little hungry. After reading what I just wrote for the last time, I really found that almost all of them are buried in my emotional shadow, and there are very few yoyo parts. I feel so evil and selfish. It turned out that during the collapse period just now, my emotions overcame my reason, magnifying my sadness countless times, and shrinking it to the point where I couldn't see other people's sorrow. I crossed myself and asked God to forgive me.
(Every woman will have a one and only in her heart. What she will become and do for that person depends on how much love he gives and how deeply she has loved each other. There is a kind of woman's choice is : One sentence of the afterlife, this life will be exhausted.) (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com)Rationality magnifies one's own sorrow countless times and shrinks it to the point where one cannot see the sorrow of others. I crossed myself and asked God to forgive me.
(Every woman will have a one and only in her heart. What she will become and do for that person depends on how much love she gives and how deeply she has loved each other. There is a kind of woman's choice is : A sentence of the afterlife exhausts this life.) (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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